Darkship Prompt Meme: Wait your turn [Ben/Beverly]
Darkship Prompt Meme
Fandom: It [Stephen King]
Pairing: Ben Hascom/Beverly Marsh
Wait your turn
He dreams, sometimes, dreams about her -about them- and her eyes and her hair and her body. He doesn't know her name, not anymore, but he remembers how she tastes and that little moles on her shoulder, and the heat and the kiss and the making love part -for it was love, then, it was love and not only sex, for all of them.
He wakes up, every morning, opens his eyes and, for a moment, he can't tell if it's been a dream. Maybe it was real, maybe it happened a long ago, maybe he's still waiting in the sewers, watching her, watching them -the Losers-, waiting his turn.
When the phone rings -he doesn't expect it, of course, even if maybe some part of him does- he can't recognize the voice, he doesn't know what to think. Mike Hanlon, says someone on the other side. Don't you remember me?
And suddenly he's thinking of Derry, of that fat kid named Ben Hascom, about the H of Henry Bowers marked in his skin, his flesh. There are scars on his hands and the memories flow, and there are faces and names and he knows, he knows.
It's here. It's come back.
He could run, he knows. He could be a coward, like he knows he was, he could stay here, at home, and be happy and safe and not have anything to do with It again, with them -the Losers, his friends. Wait here till the storm goes away, wait here until someone tells you it is safe to go out again. Only he can't, he really can't do it; he has to go.
It's not only for Derry, it's not only for all those kids that could disappear again and die horrible deaths, it's not only for his past and his own sanity -he has to know he's not crazy, because, hell, he could be. It's more than that.
It's Beverly.
He knows he was in love with her, back then, when he was a child and she was the most beautiful girl at the school. He knows he had dreamt about her long before their lips actually met, long before having her, body so warm and all those things he didn't quite know what to do about. Here, she guided him, as she had done with the others. Here, she said, slowly, please, with that adorable voice of hers, and her hair was messy and they were both sweating a lot, and he was almost as scared as he had been while confronting It -only this time he knew he wouldn't die; this time it'd be much worse, because she'd laugh at him and his world would suddenly disappear and he'd wish he were dead. But everything was okay, after that, everything was fine, because it wasn't as if she cared at all -she loved them all, but she loved Billy the most, and Ben knew and all the Losers knew, but no one wanted to think about it.
He knows he was in love with her, once upon a time, and he knows that love never really faded. Now he's an adult, a famous architect; now he could have any woman he wanted, but he still wants her, and she's out of reach. And he has to go back to Derry and meet her there and tell her -what? He's not even sure what to tell her, once he sees her. Hi, Beverly, he'd say. I know it's been thirty fucking years, but I still - I still love you. Or something like that.
And he somehow knows that she won't have changed, either, that she'd still be in love with Billy. It'd be just his luck; Ben Hascom, again waiting his turn. But he's a patient man -he's waited for nearly thirty years. He can wait a little more.
Fandom: It [Stephen King]
Pairing: Ben Hascom/Beverly Marsh
Wait your turn
He dreams, sometimes, dreams about her -about them- and her eyes and her hair and her body. He doesn't know her name, not anymore, but he remembers how she tastes and that little moles on her shoulder, and the heat and the kiss and the making love part -for it was love, then, it was love and not only sex, for all of them.
He wakes up, every morning, opens his eyes and, for a moment, he can't tell if it's been a dream. Maybe it was real, maybe it happened a long ago, maybe he's still waiting in the sewers, watching her, watching them -the Losers-, waiting his turn.
When the phone rings -he doesn't expect it, of course, even if maybe some part of him does- he can't recognize the voice, he doesn't know what to think. Mike Hanlon, says someone on the other side. Don't you remember me?
And suddenly he's thinking of Derry, of that fat kid named Ben Hascom, about the H of Henry Bowers marked in his skin, his flesh. There are scars on his hands and the memories flow, and there are faces and names and he knows, he knows.
It's here. It's come back.
He could run, he knows. He could be a coward, like he knows he was, he could stay here, at home, and be happy and safe and not have anything to do with It again, with them -the Losers, his friends. Wait here till the storm goes away, wait here until someone tells you it is safe to go out again. Only he can't, he really can't do it; he has to go.
It's not only for Derry, it's not only for all those kids that could disappear again and die horrible deaths, it's not only for his past and his own sanity -he has to know he's not crazy, because, hell, he could be. It's more than that.
It's Beverly.
He knows he was in love with her, back then, when he was a child and she was the most beautiful girl at the school. He knows he had dreamt about her long before their lips actually met, long before having her, body so warm and all those things he didn't quite know what to do about. Here, she guided him, as she had done with the others. Here, she said, slowly, please, with that adorable voice of hers, and her hair was messy and they were both sweating a lot, and he was almost as scared as he had been while confronting It -only this time he knew he wouldn't die; this time it'd be much worse, because she'd laugh at him and his world would suddenly disappear and he'd wish he were dead. But everything was okay, after that, everything was fine, because it wasn't as if she cared at all -she loved them all, but she loved Billy the most, and Ben knew and all the Losers knew, but no one wanted to think about it.
He knows he was in love with her, once upon a time, and he knows that love never really faded. Now he's an adult, a famous architect; now he could have any woman he wanted, but he still wants her, and she's out of reach. And he has to go back to Derry and meet her there and tell her -what? He's not even sure what to tell her, once he sees her. Hi, Beverly, he'd say. I know it's been thirty fucking years, but I still - I still love you. Or something like that.
And he somehow knows that she won't have changed, either, that she'd still be in love with Billy. It'd be just his luck; Ben Hascom, again waiting his turn. But he's a patient man -he's waited for nearly thirty years. He can wait a little more.